The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2430

Yvonne thought, 'Hell? This place looked like nothing more than an outdated hospital. Why did Clarice call it hell on earth?'

Yvonne's whole body was twitching uncontrollably as her mind teetered between clarity and confusion.

Some fragmented memories surfaced. She recalled a night when Pivotage had closed for the day, and she had shared drinks in the wine cellar with Taylor.

She had not wanted to associate with him, but she had approached him solely to gather more information.

Taylor had told her that the Boss was involved in the pharmaceutical business and had significant influence in Meridan, where he had formed ties with local government officials and powerful elites. His business was thriving.

Since drug research required clinical trials, the Boss owned a private hospital in Meridan. But that hospital was nothing more than a facade.

In the basement floors, the patients lying on the beds were all test subjects for drug experiments.

Yvonne shivered at the thought. The scenes Taylor had described felt eerily similar to her current surroundings.

Could this be the place where Grant and Clarice conducted their drug research experiments? "Heh... Hell on earth? Do you think... I'd be afraid?" Yvonne struggled to breathe, her gaze fixed on Clarice's twisted, malicious face.

Her resolve hardened. She would go down fighting. "The years I spent by Christopher's side ...Every day was hell... Death? I'm not afraid to die."

"You want to die? You will be begging for it!" Clarice's eyes burned with fury as she grabbed Yvonne's jaw with force. "Listen to me, you worthless wench. In this place, I am God. I decide everything.

"If I'm in a good mood, I might show you a shred of mercy. If not, I'll make sure you will experience a living hell."

Seeing the unwavering calm in Yvonne's eyes, Clarice grew even angrier. She slapped Yvonne hard across the face.

"Christopher? He's nothing but a lackey that the Boss raised. As for you? You're just a pet he kept-a plaything for whoever wanted you.

"Just because you've gotten close to the Thompson family and got together with Drew, do you think you've become someone special? Drew doesn't know the way you groveled for men or sold yourself. If he ever saw that, he'd be disgusted by you!"

Yvonne's long lashes trembled. Tears of anguish spilled silently down her cheeks.

She had always thought of this herself. But hearing it from Clarice's mouth made it unbearably cruel.

"You're not leaving this place alive anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."

Clarice traced Yvonne's delicate face with a chilling touch. Her voice dripped with malice. "I killed Christopher."

Yvonne's eyes widened.

"The lives I've taken won't stop with Christopher. So don't cross me. I'm capable of anything,"

With that, Clarice turned on her heel, striding away with the air of a victor. Two medical staff followed her out of the room.

The heavy iron door slammed shut behind them and locked with a metallic click.

Yvonne lay on her back, utterly immobilized except for her eyes. Her gaze drifted to the faint green glow of a surveillance camera in the top left corner of the room.

In her heart, she prayed, not for someone to rescue her, but for Bella and Drew to find her lost phone.

That way, they could uncover the evidence she had buried under the tree to bring down the dark empire Grant had built.

Late at night, Clarice stepped out of the last hospital room after collecting the latest experimental data.

In the dim corridor, Jace's towering figure loomed like a shadow, exuding an oppressive presence.

Clarice smirked coldly and approached him.

"That woman is locked up here. She'll become one of the many test subjects. At least her life will have some value now."

Hidden in the gloom, Jace's eyes narrowed slightly. A bone-chilling cold radiated from his gaze. It was as though a caged beast lay within, waiting for the moment to break free.

"You failed to complete the task that our boss gave you. But he's magnanimous. Out of respect for your past loyalty, he hasn't punished you."

Clarice pulled a small plastic vial from her lab coat pocket containing a blue pill. It was the medicine Grant had given her.

She held it out to Jace, her tone indifferent.noveldrama

"The Boss calculated that you must be running low on your medication. He asked me to bring this for you. Its effects are stronger than what you've been using. Take it, and your headaches will ease significantly."

Jace glanced at the bottle.

After a few moments of hesitation, he reached out and took it from her hands.